caroline-stradley
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Identities (4/13/2022)
I don't know who I want to be / I go to Target to pick out new identities / try them on in a humid fitting room
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Jul 17, 2022
Don't Feel Like Being Mad Anymore (3/16/2022)
Sometimes I think that my depression has me in a chokehold so / I pull off its mask only to find that it's been rage with no place to go / Where do you put rage that sneaks up on you?
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Jul 17, 2022
My Body (2/2/2022)
My toes are numb / And I can't breathe through my nose / And I can't wait to get home
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Jul 17, 2022
I Should Be Happy (November 2021)
I should be happy / Today was a good day / like objectively a good day
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Jul 17, 2022
Don't Cool Off (September - 2021)
The polka-dotted sidewalk, / beginnings of a rain-soaked street / The dampness of my socks means that my last pair of shoes have finally given out and left a hole in my soul
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Jul 17, 2022
Twice (September - 2021)
"How was your day?" He asks. / "Up and down," I say. "How about yours?" / He goes on to write me a paragraph about how he hit traffic on the way to work and then work was fine but he had to do some extra cleaning to make up for his coworker showing up late and then he went home and did his volunteer work and his roommate's cat did something cute.
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Jul 17, 2022
Untitled (8/18/2021)
Walking through the deserted night, I descend into the valley and reserve my strength. / I come across a man. His eyes won't focus and his tongue trips over his pretty words. / He says "I would be yours if you do me this one favor."
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Jul 17, 2022
Funeral Industry (3/12/2022)
you got me on your hit list / i can't afford a therapist / it might be cheaper to die
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Jul 17, 2022
Goes Without Saying (2/19/2022)
The sky burns into night on a broken gold horizon / Cela va sans dire mais, I will say it anyway / Take my hand, I would follow anywhere
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Jul 17, 2022
Celebrity (11/19/2021)
Nobody writes about the glue unless it doesn't stick like it used to / Nobody cares about what's always there until it's gone elsewhere / There is no art about the dirt in the dark,
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Jul 17, 2022
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